| Pssht, c’mon
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| Y’all know what the fuck goin' on
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| YaDigg (That shit flexin', I’m good)
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| Young Pharaoh on the beat
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| I am too nigga (Ooh, ooh), young and timeless
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| C’mon, ayy
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| Pull up on the bros, leave the coupe runnin'
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| Just blew a hunnid on me, this a new hunnid (Two hunnid)
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| Avianne textin' like he miss me, really?
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| White Prezi cost fifty, buss down
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| It was for a couple, what you up now?
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| One-ten for a line, pour the cup out
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| CMG the label so the 'Cat white
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| Fuck his BM and his sister, yeah, I’m that type
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| White gold, AP, that’s my new bitch
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| Catch the speed on the East clutchin' two sticks
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| Ridin' .11s on the house, this for you Trick
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| Niggas always see me out, never do shit
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| Doggy bone too sick, call 'em M30
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| Whatchu gettin' forty, dog
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| Thirty for thirty in the air, I’m perfect
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| Real six inches, AP, two Birkins
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| We ran 'till the wheels fell off or I’m curvin'
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| Never met a nigga like me, she nervous
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| A hunnid thousand in the red bag, Supreme
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| Young bad bitch, still I had the beans
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| Say her nigga, turn her back to me
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| Too many racks around, I can’t even flash the cheese
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| They don’t want problems, on my momma I promise
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| Super Bowl, Montclair, nineteen products
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| Givenchy, shark hoodie, T-shirt, Rottweiler
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| I ain’t into fashion, baby, I’m just into braggin'
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| A lotta bitches celebratin', actin' like they had 'em
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| I’m young and turnt, yeah, that’s me
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| 1400, these pants not cheap
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| I got the whole hood, but doggy who got me?
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| Who got us?
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| We the boys, we the boys
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| Who got me?
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| Yeah
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| Prolly got a concert off six blunts
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| Ex been in her feelings for like six months
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| Only bitch around, can’t get fucked
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| She was still movin' around stuff when the Benz fucked
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| Doin' a hunnid down Mound dodging potholes
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| Put a one on a one with my eyes closed
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| Name another young nigga with two buss Cubans
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| Put a link on my dudes, nigga, fuck Cubans
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| Hit a lotta bad bitches and I fuck Cubans
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| Keep doggy bone with me 'till he wanna eat
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| 'Coulda want a good bitch, only want a freak
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| We don’t pay for pussy, every bitch go for free
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| I fuck a nigga auntie, I fuck a nigga niece
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| Fifty-eight for the hoes, break it down in the Jeep
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| Forty-eight for the Gs, yeah, I left with my nigga Young
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| Stash mob for the trees while I fist with my son
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| Flame got shit 'fore I go and block a nigga
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| Oh, he fuckin' with a move? |
| Come and top a nigga
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| Thirteen, hard and ain’t got it rockin' with me
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| Yeah, I don’t squash shit, I sock a nigga
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| Nah, for real, ain’t no playin' with the pape'
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| Come in with the F, she’s playin' with the Drac'
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| Ten Glock everything, playin' in the BAPE
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| Name another young nigga with three buss downs
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| You’re a fool through the mail who just touched down
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| Couple hunnid on her nails, sit the fuck down
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| Yellin', «Free my Uncle Neal,» 'till he come back
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| Broad day everything, and I don’t want mans
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| Gotta be careful, dog, but, nah, fuck that
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| Four high speeds in the 'Cat, where the truck at?
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| I ain’t never go and played a bitch with my buff sack
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| Couple chains on, dog, I’m thinkin' 'bout the Patek
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| Highs for my momma, no sleep for my daddy
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| You ain’t get shit lil' nigga if you ratted
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| Boys over everything, and we got it tatted
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| Tryna be my main thing, really, bitch, how?
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| 'Cause you a turnt nigga, I was fuckin' with a child
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| Oh, we done burn, niggas, everybody droppin' fire
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| Fifteen for the plane, pyromaniacs in the sky
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| Ah
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| Nigga, prepare |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Palm Angels In The Sky , by - 42 Dugg. Song from the album Young & Turnt 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп